make me say that I give him up," says Emily Hotspur to her mother. "If you and papa tell me not to see him or write to him-much less to marry him- of course I shall obey you. But I shall not give him up a bit the more, and he must not be told that I will give him up." In thinking over the many pleasant_remembrances for which he is indebted to Anthony Trollope, the present writer has often been reminded of a remark once made to him by one of the greatest chessplayers of this age, a man remarkable for acuteness and subtlety of intellect. It In a great majority of cases this tenacity was in 1878, during the International is finally successful. Indeed, it would Chess Tournament in Paris; the conver. seem as though Trollope found it impos- sation had turned upon chess, and the sible to be hard-hearted, as a novelist, present writer had remarked that England towards those who excelled in this darling held an honorable rank among the vota. quality of his. He had always some sugar-ries of that noble game. "Yes," said plum in his pocket for those who would hold out long enough. When poor Mr. Crawley, at the height of his misfortune, is about to be brought before the assizes to account for the stolen cheque which has been found in his possession when misery has settled on his family; when privation and illness have destroyed the balance of his mind, and terrible disgrace now stares him in the face-he wanders forth among the poorest of his Hogglestock parishioners to seek for some spark of consolation and advice. He meets with an old brickmaker of the name of Hoggett, who administers as follows the necessary cordial:— "Tell 'ee what, Master Crawley - and your reverence mustn't think as I means to be preaching; there ain't now't a man can't bear if he'll only be dogged. It's dogged as does it. It ain't thinking about it.' Then Giles Hoggett withdrew his hand from the clergyman's, and walked away towards his own home at Hoggle End. "It's dogged as does it." Mr. Crawley took the maxim to heart and acted on it. It is not stated that he took any other measures, besides being dogged, to relieve his position; indeed we know positively that he took none, but he was dogged and that was sufficient. The wheel of fortune came round; his innocence was made manifest; sympathies poured in upon him from all sides; an excellent living was bestowed upon him, and he and his family lived happy ever afterwards. It was dogged that did it. He had been faithful to this one great English quality, and lo! all other things were added unto him. joy") returns to his country-seat in England after many years' residence abroad, he not only ousts his mother and sisters from the house they have inhabited so long, but wants to drive them entirely out of his neighborhood. Lady Sarah remonstrates with her brother as to the inhumanity of an act which would sever all their social ties, and put an end to all their wonted occupations. "Where shall we find new duties?" she exclaims. "Trash, d-d nonsense!" replies the courtly marquis. The Last Chronicle of Barset. Mr. -, "the English have fine minds." And then, instantly correcting himself: "No," he added, "NOT FINE (with an emphasis on this last word), BUT STRONG." Whether this criticism be correct, or not, of Englishmen in general, we think that it is at least signally true of those Englishmen whom Trollope has portrayed. It applies to their moral no less than to their intellectual qualities. Not fine, but strong. There is certainly no fineness in their intellectual organization; they are heavy and disinclined to any mental activity outside of the task which they have al lotted to themselves; averse to speculation or discussion; distrustful of generalities, and "hugging the coast" of practical detail; tenacious of their convictions, but unwilling to account for them; slow of perception and rejoinder, unskilful in argument, irascible in controversy, bitter and cutting in their retorts. They are essentially matter-of-fact, unimaginative, and blunt of æsthetic sensibility; their minds lack playfulness and spring, they have to work even at their pleasures, and nothing seems to come easily to them. They are company neither to themselves nor to others: moody when alone, unsociable when together, guarded in manner and in speech. Nor is there any fineness in their moral nature; they have neither cheerfulness of disposition nor serenity of temper; they frequently incline to crossness as they grow old, and will become surly-nay, savage -on slight provocation. They are not remarkable for be nevolence, and they lack signally that quality which may often serve in lieu of benevolence the desire to please. They entertain largely, but in a measured, calculating way; they tax themselves heavily for the sake of society, but do so rather because it is expected of them than from any pleasure they derive from it, and their hospitality lacks that genial heartiness which constitutes its chief value and its greatest charm. They are cold in their family relations, divided in interest from their next of kin; unimpulsive and reserved; ashamed of any display of emotion as of a weakness, and careful to preserve an even demeanor both in sorrow and in joy. Jealous of their independence, resentful of the slightest interference with their liberty, conservative of their habits and their comforts, they look distrustfully upon any approach that may become a claim, and ponder every sacrifice before they make it. They are proud and sensitive, thinking much of their own rights and not unmindful of the rights of others; respectful of legality, exacting of their dues; conventional and sticklers for observances; unforgiving and prone to brood over their grievances. Duty is a call to which they all respond, but their conception of duty is as of a taskmaster, and though they do not flinch from its burdens, they feel them to be heavy. Altogether their life is a material one, and such justification as it can claim must evidently be that of works. They are not sensual, and are much more addicted to horses than to women; so that, for the many who place morality almost exclusively in the relations between the sexes, Trollope's Englishmen may deserve much commendation; but for us who believe that morality consists in acting uniformly by the highest motive, the status exhibited in Trollope's novels is anything but satisfactory. in their sense of duty, their respect of law, their recognition of established usages. Their formalism, their conventionality, is a useful corrective of their unsociability and keeps their independence within bounds. Even their worldliness and snobbishness have a valuable side, inasmuch as they strengthen the hands of society and counteract the separatist tendencies. Finally, they are strong in manliness, in truthfulness, in respect of the given word. Such qualities as these constitute so excellent a foundation for the moral character that any deficiencies in the superstructure may be considered as secondary and as remediable. We must close here our review of Trollope's Englishmen. It was intended, originally, to include in this paper some mention of Trollope's female characters, but the work has so grown beneath our pen that this portion of it must be reserved for some future occasion. Neither can we stay to examine into our author's personal bias, as disclosed in his writings, and inquire how far the accuracy of his descriptions, or perhaps, rather the selec tion of the characters he has described, may have been influenced by his own predilections and deficiencies. Just as, in astronomical observations, corrections are always made for the imperfections of the instrument, the aberration of the visual On the other hand, if we find little that rays, so, in observations upon human char is fine, we recognize much that we ac-acter, it is indispensable to make allow knowledge to be strong. These charac-ance for the idiosyncrasies of the observer. ters are strong in their desires, strong in We stated at the beginning of this paper practical sense and the energy of their and we beg leave to repeat it nowpursuits; strong above all in undaunted that we should greatly regret if Trollope's perseverance and tenacity. They are delineation of English society were to be game to the backbone. They are not only accepted unreservedly. We believe that capable of work, both physically and men- he depicted truly what he saw, but we tally, but impelled to it, riveted to it by believe also that he had no eye for certain their constitution. Activity is as the of the higher, finer elements of human breath of their nostrils; they are sick and nature. His observations need to be exdisconsolate without it. They are an em- tended and completed by being taken in bodiment of the saying, "Whatever thy conjunction with those of greater novel. hand findeth to do, do it with all thyists, such as Thackeray, George Eliot, might." They carry it into their amuse- Mrs. Gaskell. Trollope, of course, was ments no less than into their business. utterly unconscious of any color-blindness Their very deficiencies serve them, for on his part: he stoutly believed that Enthey lose no time in reveries and abstrac-glishmen, such as he portrayed, are in all tions, and are not drawn away from practice into theory. They go right on with the work in hand, instead of sitting down with the philosopher under a hedge, and listening to the melodious thrush, or watching the shadows that chase each other over the hills. Such qualities go far to constitute a nation great in practical achievements. And they are strong also respects the finest fellows on the face of the earth, and would have scorned, as idealism, the suggestion of anything remiss. It was this confidence which saved him. Thackeray — dear old Thackeray — was denounced in his lifetime as a cynic (!), and there are even nowadays many readers who declare that his view of human nature is distressingly gloomy. We have never heard a like reproach addressed to Trollope, and yet, to our mind, Trollope's pictures of English character are far more unfavorable than Thackeray's. But we have already exceeded so far the ordinary limits of articles in this review that all such corrections must be left to our read ers. From Longman's Magazine. "SNOW BUCKING" IN THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS. line, and from there to Shoshone, a small town in Idaho Territory, only fifty miles from our destination. On our arrival there we found that the snowstorm of the previous day had produced disastrous effects upon the Hailey branch, along which we desired to travel. This branch is laid across an undulating plain, and eventually finds its way into the Sawtooth range; but before reaching them it passes through a series of small rock cuttings. The line being new, these cuttings had not been protected, as is customary on mountain lines in America, with snow sheds or fences, and the snow sweeping across the plain had filled up all these cuttings, and in some cases lay six feet deep over the top. The traffic over this new line, through a thinly populated district, is, of course, small, and consequently the company were only running one train a day each way. This train used to go up in the morning to Hailey, the terminus, fifty-six miles from Shoshone, and return in the evening, and it was the only rollingstock available. The previous day, while we were running through the snow between Granger and Pocatello, the storm had caught the train up at the far end of the line, and there it was still. Nobody at that time had any idea how deep the snow was on the branch, for at Shoshone it only lay about two feet deep; so the officials in charge of the unfortunate train came in for a good deal of abuse for not rushing through the snow while it was light and fresh-fallen, and thus keeping the line open. IN the early part of 1884, business took me to the Western States of America; it was business of great importance, requiring to be completed within a fixed period which expired at the end of the month of February. My destination was a town called Bellevue, in the State of Idaho. I left England in January, in company with my brother, with instructions to make my way there as speedily as possible, and the beginning of February found us travelling westward over the Union Pacific Railway, We passed Chicago and Omaha, crossed the highest point of the Rocky Mountains at Sherman, on the U.P., and commenced our downward course on the further side. Thirty-six hours after leaving Omaha, we were turned out one morning at Granger Junction, on to the Oregon Short Line. That day our troubles began. Very soon after we started the snow began to fall heavily, and about midday, our engine, which, like all American locomotives, had a pilot in front, was ploughing through Great was our wrath at the detention. eighteen inches to two feet of snow. The We had travelled more than six thousand term pilot may be new to some of my miles, were almost within sight of our readers, so I may explain that it is a journey's end, and yet found ourselves pointed framework of wood fixed in front shut up at a little wayside junction, coolof the engine, the point close to the rails, ing our heels in the snow, with the date and the back as high as the frame of the fixed for the expiration of our contract engine. The lower part is shod with iron rapidly approaching. We therefore set to plates, about two feet wide. It runs so work to use the telegraph wire. First we close to the rails as to be able to clear began sending telegrams to Bellevue; but away all light obstructions, and snow, this did not last long, for at one o'clock on when not too deep. Although a more the day after we arrived at Shoshone we formidable affair than the cow-catcher, were informed that the wire in that direcfamiliar to us in illustrations of American tion was broken, which increased our perlocomotives, it cannot deal with really plexity. We asked the clerk, or operator deep snow, and therefore, when our con- as he is called, how near he could get to ductor found the engine beginning to Bellevue, and upon his saying he could throw up clouds of snow in front, he be- get through to Tikura, a station some gan to feel uneasy and pulled the cord twenty-six miles from Shoshone, and concommunicating with the engine whistle, sequently half-way to Bellevue, we asked as a signal to put on more steam. This him if he could not forward our messages being done, and the snow having mod- there, and endeavor to get a messenger to erated a little, we got through to Pocatello, take them on snowshoes. His answer the junction for the Utah and Northern | was characteristic: "Well, I don't know the message was. as there's any one's can go. You see, the telegraph operator, and ascertain what there was only two men lived there, and prospect there was of release. At last we one shot the other, so there's only one were aroused one morning by a messenger left, and he is the telegraph operator, so bringing a special telegram to us from he can't go." On further inquiry we found Mr. Doddridge, the superintendent of the that Tikura, which we fondly imagined to Oregon Short Line, to the following effect: be a village, consisted of (a) the telegraph "I will arrive at Shoshone with a snow office and railway station (a small wooden outfit to-morrow morning, and clear the hut), and (b) a canvas dwelling, euphe- branch to Hailey in the afternoon." Great mistically described as a saloon and store, was our rejoicing; but we had yet to find inhabited by the victim, "Major" Cun-out what a vain boast the latter part of ningham, and his wife. Needless to say that the latter was the cause of the shooting. The major, suspecting the telegraph operator of paying too much attention to the lady, went for him with a Winchester The snow-train was made up of six rifle, but his aim being defective, the other vehicles. First came the snow-plow itself man found his opportunity, and returned (I write this word as it is written in Amer. the fire with damaging effect. The in-ica). This is an enormous plow of sheetjured husband had to be sent to the hos- iron, exactly resembling the ploughshare pital at Hailey, whence dire stories came of our ordinary agricultural plough, exof the threats of what he would do to the cepting that, instead of the nose being amorous operator when he recovered-pointed, it is brought down to a horizontal threats which I believe he has since car-knife-edge in front, a little wider than the ried into execution. We rose early and packed up, and about nine o'clock the "snow outfit" steamed in. rails, which cuts under the snow and lifts it as the plow goes along. This plow is bolted on to the leading engine (one of the heaviest passenger engines, with eight wheels), completely covering the front of it, with the smoke-stack just peeping out of the top of the plow, which was conse. quently some thirteen or fourteen feet from the ground. This engine weighed about forty tons. Then came two large goods-engines with ten wheels, about fifty tons each, and behind them two cabooses, or, as we should call them, goods-vans, containing about fifty men with picks and shovels. The cabooses were fitted up with a view to all contingencies, bunks being arranged along the sides like the berths of a steamer, with large chests of provisions stowed away underneath, in case of our being snowed up. There was a stove in each caboose, similar to our hotel stove, the effect of which must be felt to be imagined. Last came the superintendent's private car, containing living. room, sleeping-room, with four berths, and kitchen. Mr. Doddridge had a most excellent servant, a first-rate cook, and he made us so comfortable during our stay on board his car that we were almost inclined to regret that the snow was not worse, bad though it proved to be. For more than a week did we stay chafing in Shoshone. Amusement there was none. The drinking saloons we did not care to frequent. Our hotel only had one small room, where everybody sat, the at mosphere of which was far from wholesome owing to the manner in which it was heated. A large iron globe-shaped stove was set in the centre of the room, and fed from time to time with evil-smelling sul phurous coal. A few minutes after this coal was put on it gave off a quantity of gas, which would now and then explode with a report like a pistol, blow the door of the stove open, and fill the room with horrible smoke. The next phase was that the fire burnt up fiercely, heated the stove red hot, and drove us out into the open air, where the temperature was below zero. Very shortly after this, we came back to find the stove almost out, and the room nearly as cold as the outer air. More coal was piled on, and the process began again. In the evening, when there were more people sitting in the room, it was a little better attended to, and was kept constantly at about the red-hot stage, so that by getting into a corner of the room near a draughty window, and keeping one's self turning about, so as to get different parts of the body alternately roasted and cooled, The snow-train did not stay at Showe managed to preserve a happy medium shone longer than was necessary for takof temperature. In the daytime we loafed ing in coal and water, and we started off. about, sometimes dropping into the drug Mr. Doddridge had only taken one or two store, the most respectable establishment besides ourselves, and the rest of the in the town, chatting to our fellow passen-snow-bound passengers followed in the gers, or into the railway office to bully ordinary train about two miles behind. At first there was only a light coating of snow over the line, about a foot deep, for during the last few days of our detention there had been a slight thaw which had the effect of reducing the depth. It was proved, however, later on, that in places where the snow lay to a great depth this thaw had only consolidated the banks and made them more difficult to pierce. For the moment, therefore, we flew along at a great pace, the plow throwing up the snow on each side like a fountain. About twenty miles from Shoshone we heard the driver on the plow-engine give a loud whistle as a sign that trouble was approaching, and a few minutes later we felt a slight jerk, the plow having encountered a bank a little deeper than the rest. The plow made light of it, and away we went faster than before. After a while the little jerks became more frequent, and at last we felt the progress of the train momentarily arrested. Before we had time to think, she forged ahead, though seemingly with difficulty, and with another effort cleared herself. The bank was short, but deeper than we had yet gone through, for the snow came up to the windows as we passed through the cutting made by the plow. Several times this happened, and each time the sensation became more exciting. It felt almost as if the train were a living thing, going at the snow as a hunter goes at a fence; indeed, no other simile will adequately express what we felt when our train plunged at the banks, burst through them, and dashed on with redoubled speed. the plow projected but very little. Stand- It The snow got deeper and deeper, and our speed perceptibly slackened from time to time; but we reached a coaling station, a few miles short of Tikura, without mishap. Our engines took in water, and we proceeded. We got up a great speed, and again dashed at the banks, but about two miles from the last station we came upon a very heavy one. We had been prepared for it by an unusual succession of whis-out," and were not halfway to Hailey. tles, and sat very tight in our seats. The Mr. Doddridge knew that there were far shock was tremendous, but we felt the worse cuttings to come than the one we train still plunging. Slower and slower had just got out of, and he began to think we went, till at last, with one final whistle that he would not altogether be able to and a tremendous rush of steam, we "clear the line to Hailey in the afternoon." stopped altogether. We all jumped out We passed Tikura, where we looked with of the car, and saw a strange sight to En-interest at the hero of the shooting epiglish eyes. The three great engines were half buried in the drift above their wheels; the snow had fallen in all round them; great blocks were piled up in front of the plow, and walking along to the front of the train we could get up on to a hard expanse of snow, above which the upper part of sode, and a mile or two further we got stuck again. More digging; but now the afternoon was getting on. Our second dig-out completed, Doddridge took counsel with his lieutenants, who knew the line well. They thought we should be able to get a little further, but there were rumors |